words by dominic riccitello

smooth
light
pale
skin
touching my body
grabbing my lovely
taking me there
fucking me
everywhere
 
we extend into
move over
your brain
feeling the lobes
loving you
instead of lusting you
 
i turned from blue
to red
to green
to black
fucking you
without a grasp
without your hands
 
just two with thoughts
two without
one broken wine glass
two broken souls
running past
forever and 
ever